Stratholme God

Chapter 1219 He's Laughing (Happy New Year)

As Uther* Lightbringer led the Silver Hand elite to kill the last leader [Gatekeeper Bellock] who blocked the way, and opened the passage to the Flame Palace, the battlefield fell into a brief silence and stagnation.

Looking at the druids surrounded by flames, Alsace decisively ordered the vanguard to retreat three kilometers.

This is a respect for the night elves, an important member of the alliance.

In the Acherus headquarters, Tyrande's eyes fluttered, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at McDonald on the command seat.

This guy just said "We express our deepest sympathy for the misfortune of the night elves." Then there was nothing else.

Tyrande can't wait to bite him to death!
why?

After this guy finished talking, he almost stopped acting.The attendant not far from him was already pushing a small cart filled with peanuts, melon seeds, cola popcorn.

In this situation, just waiting for her to lead the strong night elf to the end, this guy will immediately enter the mode of watching a show.

Tyrande gritted his teeth, but he was helpless.

In fact, she also thought about why this seemingly omnipotent human hero didn't help the night elves by the way.

For example, time travel to the time when the son of Fandral*Staghelm has not died yet...

But when I think about it, I feel bitter. They are human beings, and they have not yet allied with the night elves at that point in time. Why should they save your second-in-command of the dark elves?

What's more, whether to travel or not depends on the bronze dragon.

If Nozdormu didn't give it, it would be illegal to travel through time and space, which would attract the beating of the entire bronze dragon clan.

"He can't just pass by..." Tyrande stopped looking at the goods, and cast his eyes on the face of his old opponent, Maiev.

It has been 1 years, and I don't know how many times I have been angry with each other before.

No one can convince anyone.

Originally, Tyrande thought that 'seeking common ground while reserving differences' was already the best state between them.Unexpectedly, Maiev threw herself into McDonald's arms as soon as she turned her head.

Although Maiev deliberately kept a stern expression on his face at this moment, and his eyes swept around from time to time, acting as a perfect guard, but the eyes she glanced at Macdonald betrayed her—full of affection and spring tide, at all There is no disguise.

Tyrande lamented in her heart: It would be great if I could also abandon my tribe and do what I want to do with all my heart.

She knew it was impossible.

As long as she is still the high priest of the Moon Goddess, it is impossible for her to go against the Goddess' will.

I didn't feel it before, but now I only feel that this has become a shackle that binds her fate.

It's just a long-standing habit that drives her.

"Ah!" Tyrande sighed softly, and others thought she was lamenting for Fandral's fall.

She stood up and bowed slightly to McDonnell: "Thank the alliance for giving the night elves the opportunity to clean up the traitors."

McDonnell nodded: "This is what should be done."

"Then let's go down first."

"Well. When I face Ragnaros, I will also join the battle."

If there is no such thing as Mai's crazily raised corners of his mouth, this would be a formulaic dialogue without nutrition.

Now, Tyrande was a little angry.

But more is confused.

She could not find the future of her people.

The continuous battle and internal strife severely damaged the vitality of the night elves.

In addition to the loss of high-level combat power such as the clansmen and mountain giants, more people's livelihoods are dying, and the shortage of armaments is becoming more and more serious.

The speed of traditional arrow making can't keep up with the consumption required for war. Not to mention arrows, the number of bows is also insufficient.

In order to cope with a possible crisis, the night elves had to import a large amount of bows and arrows from Stratholme.

This is already a weapon purely covered with a [traditional skin].

The application of a large number of carbon fibers is the crystallization of industrial technical strength.

However, the strength is much higher than the traditional arrow, and the huntress has used it and said it is good.

But is it possible for the night elves to abandon the tradition all of a sudden and embrace the modern industry developed by human beings?Even if Tyrande is willing, what about the Moon Goddess?

Also, the night elves have absolutely no technology in this area, so they are doomed to follow the lead of the Stratholme Empire for at least a long time.

If McDonnell gets stuck in the dark elf's neck secretly, it will be very miserable.

Fandral's betrayal this time seems to be the elimination of traditional forces, but it is actually a myth about the development of the night elves!

With chaotic thoughts, Tyrande and his party rode a hippogryph, surrounded by dozens of two-headed chimeras, penetrated into the elemental domain of the land of flames where teleportation was inconvenient, and arrived at the front line.

The Balrog Palace in the center of the Firelands is protected by a giant hemispherical flame shield, which is a giant shield linked to the source of elemental energy in the Firelands.

Unless all the flame elements in the entire Flame Land are offset and erased, the storm cannot be successful.

The only link to the palace is a stone bridge that is not wide.

In the middle of the huge arch in front of the stone bridge stands Fandral Staghelm, the great traitor of the night elves.

At this time, Alsace was leading half of the hero group, surrounded by the Trident and other elite troops of the alliance, and surrounded the gate in a fan shape from a distance.

"Your Excellency Yufeng!"

"Your Excellency Alsace, Your Excellency the Lightbringer, Your Excellency Greymane..." In the Alliance Army, they were not addressed by their original identities, but by their military ranks. After Tyrande said hello to all the generals, she went to the main seat without hesitation.

If possible, she would rather not have this dominance.

She has no choice.

Surrounded by the hero group, Tyrande, riding a white tiger and holding the Goddess Bow in his left hand, slowly came to Fandral and stood still 20 meters away.

Fandral Staghelmet's beard was like a circle of flickering flames:

"Look who's here, does this kingdom of flames have visitors?"

"Mortals, you may remember Alysera, the green dragon who freed me in Teldrassil. She! Also in the flames—reborn!"

"I wish I could see her burn you poor fellows to ashes..."

His seemingly playful opening remarks were interrupted by Tyrande: "She has been killed by the alliance's black dragon Wrathion."

Fandral shook his head: "No! She is immortal! As long as the Firelands are still there, she can continue to be reborn from the ashes. Give up, mortals, the Firelands connected to the planet Azeroth are immortal Yes. Even if you kill us [-] times, we will be resurrected and eventually destroy the entire world."

Fandral has become too much, his demeanor, his tone of voice, and his arguments all make Tyrande and other dark elves very strange.

Is this still the arch druid who kept saying 'nature first' and 'long live environmental protection'?
"You are crazy." Tyrande said sadly.

"No! It's this world that's crazy!" Fandral was extremely determined, and he began to spray.

To put it bluntly, this is the classic 'tired, let's destroy', even if Tyrande put the facts on, saying that the one who was beaten was the fire elemental party, he would not believe it.

He couldn't communicate, but his morale was like "I lost, but the flames didn't lose", which made Tyrande unable to overwhelm the traitor in aura, and felt frustrated that something was missing.

At this time, McDonald's voice came from afar: "So what if the flames are not extinguished? Then I will kill every flame lord who dares to harm Azeroth until I replace him with an obedient one."

The huge wind element lord Sunderland next to the small figure of McDonald is the best interpretation!

Fandral was momentarily at a loss for words.
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ps, Happy New Year, since Mr. Yu has never stopped updating during the New Year's Day from the first day of the new year to the present, shouldn't everyone have a monthly pass?
(End of this chapter)